Merging into traffic was a challenge, as Sunset had found herself lacking in composure for more than a few minutes. Adagio’s fidgeting and handsy nature weren’t helping, although she had to admit that hunder other circumstances she wouldn’t have minded at all. “Um...” she started, finally having fallen into pace with the surrounding vehicles. “I… I think it’s Maud’s turn.”
Maud put her phone away, smiling lightly. It was a nice smile, Sunset noticed, with just a tinge of heat on her cheeks.
She and Adagio most definitely weren’t sleeping well tonight.
Maud thought for a moment, then tuned to Adagio. “Ok, truth or dare?” she asked, her voice returning to her usual monotone.
Adagio took a second to straighten herself out and rise to the challenge. While she was naturally a creature of… affection, she could be remarkably composed and serious when she wanted to be. And Truth or Dare was serious business, as they had recently discovered. “Truth!” she exclaimed.
Maud seemed to already have her question lined up. “Why don’t you ever cut your hair? You have a lot.”
Adagio blinked. She obviously wasn’t expecting that question. Sunset had the distinct impression she’d braced herself for something more… raunchy. “Well, I like the way it looks, one. And two, it makes a great pillow in a pinch.”
“Amen, sister,” Sunset agreed, high-fiving her passenger.
“That’s fair,” Maud concluded. “Ok, your turn.”
Adagio was off-put. After a car-full of hormones and barely-unattempted molestation, the rather normal question seemed to have settle the mood an awful lot. Which was boring for Adagio. “Trixie!”
“Y-yes!” Trixie answered, startled.
“Truth or dare!”
“Uh… um… dare!”
Sunset flinched. Maud raised an eyebrow. Even Sugarcoat could sense it was a bad idea. There were, however, no take-backsies. Adagio wore a predatory grin. “Hmmm, ok. I dare you to… I dare you to kiss a girl in this car -NOT THE DRIVER I DON’T WANT TO DIE- without telling them, sexy as you can! Just grab a girl and plant one on her!”
Sugarcoat rolled her eyes. “Is literally everything sex with- MMPH.” she exclaimed as Trixie grabbed her face and shoved her tongue down the Shadowbolt’s throat.
There was some wrestling, some rustling, then general smoochy sounds as Sugarcoat seemed to enjoy the experience. Then, all at once, Trixie came up for air. “Paaah!” she exclaimed. “Trixie needed that!”
Sugarcoat looked a brilliant mix of confused, aroused, and murderous. Catching a glimpse of her expression in the rearview mirror, Sunset couldn’t help but be reminded of the first few days she’d spent hanging out with Adagio. Before Sugar could so much as voice the many, many concerns she no doubt had, Trixie said loudly, “Sunset!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Truth or Dare!”
“Truth!”
“Who’s the sexiest person you’ve ever done it with?”
Maud gave Trixie a sideways glance. “Why is everything sex right now?”
“Because the sight of you blushing is the second most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I go to yoga classes with a teenage supermodel,” Sugarcoat deadpanned.
“Hmm. I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“It’s a compliment you adorable mannequin.”
“You should work on your compliments.”
“I know.”
Sunset coughed loudly. As the attention in the car turned to her, she answered Trixie’s question. “As much as Adagio would hate to admit this, Octavia Philharmonica.”
Adagio grumbled. “Stupid sexy cellist. I mean, I work HARD to look this good! She just… wakes up in the morning with a body like a classical symphony, hair like perfectly calligraphy, and eyes you could drown in and still ask for a glass of water.”
“Not to mention she does that thing with her bow-”
“-oh god that girl is a total closet freak.”
Trixie flinched. “Trixie regrets her question and asks that you take your turn now.”
Sunset rolled her shoulders, sexual tension building up in her muscles again as she recalled a particularly pleasant after-party involving her, a cellist, a Siren, and a perfectly polished woodwind instrument. “Ok, we need to get off the sex talk before I mistake a traffic cone for a marital aid and kill us all driving into the wrong lane of traffic. NEW game!”
Adagio pouted. “Awww, but I love Truth or Dare!”
“I happen to know that there’s another conversation game you really happen to like.”
Adagio raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Sugarcoat,” Shimmer said.
“Yes?”
“Would You Rather-” at which point Adagio’s eyes filled with a sadistic glee, “-spend an entire day at school naked except for a pair of buttless chaps, or wear ten layers of sweaters on the furst day of summer, all day?”
“Oh, gee, arrested for public indecency or heat stroke. Wonderful. I’d have to go with the buttless chaps. I don’t own ten sweaters,” Sugarcoat reasoned.
Adagio looked into the back seat with renewed interest. “You have a pair of buttless chaps?”
“Doesn’t every girl?”
“Trixie does not!” There was a beat of silence. “...really? All of you?”
Adagio shrugged. “I don’t necessarily have them as I do have access to them. The nice thing about being triplets, even though we don’t really look anything alike, is that we’re all basically the same size.”
Sunset snorted. “Despite the fact that Sonata’s got a rack you could deploy in case of water landing.”
“I still don’t know where she got those,” Adagio groaned, shaking her head. “Alright, Sugarcoat, you’re turn.”
“Hmm. Ok, Adagio.”
“Yessssss?”
“Would you rather go a month without sex or have to watch the Teletubbies every time you do it for a month?”
Sunset’s eyes widened as she looked sideways at a mortified Adagio. “I think we have a winner.”